AN: Hello, All. Sorry for the lack of updates the past 2 days. I was a bit under the weather and then doing some last minute shopping for Christmas gifts. Now, it's time to work on my gifts for all of you. UPDATES. :) This chapter is a bit short but I plan on having at least 1 or 2 more put up today. I bet the best gift I could give would be to get to Brittana already, right? Right. I'm on it.

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Okay, here goes chapter 3. Enjoy the bestie bonding call. And this chapter goes out to my Bestie, who lives 1500 miles away and would totally have this conversation with me.

I forgot to add this in the last 2, so here it is now-

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of the characters on Glee. I do own my own life and the things that happen in it in which I create original storylines. If RIB wants my ideas, they better hook me up. :) Merry Christmas!

Chapter 3

"So work sounds awesome, but get to the DIRT," Santana's friend of 8 years urged over the phone.

"Ha, dirt? Mercedes, really?" Santana avoided the question, not because she wouldn't be honest with her best friend, but more because she didn't feel there was any interesting dirt as of late in her lack of a love life.

"Girl, you know what I mean. You can't tell me," Mercedes continued, "that you moved your ass 22 HUNDRED miles to the land of beautiful girls and sunshine and there ain't no dirt." A slow grin spread across the Latina's face. She could tell Mercedes wasn't going to stop quite yet. "You had girls fallin' at your feet left and right and now, all of a sudden, there's no DIRT? You can't fool me. Oh hell to the no!" Santana paused. She's done now, right? Still silence."

Santana!"

"Yes, Mercedes, I'm still here," Santana said with a chuckle. "Listen, you know I would tell you if something of importance were happening around here, but there's just nothing to tell." Well, except for that Rachel Smiles a Lot girl…but is that even really worth it? Nah, she thought. Not at all.

"What I know is sometimes you have dirt, but you just wait until the very last minute and then make me feel like I'm watching a damn show with all your cliffhangers. I already live across the damn country from you, so I need As. Many. Details. As. I. Can. Get. Got it?" Oh, Mercedes. Way to give it to me straight. That's what best friends are for, Santana thought with a smile.

"Listen, 'Cedes. I will not hold out on you…I promise. When the good stuff happens, trust me, you'll be the first to know. Okay?" Santana hoped that would suffice.

"Okay, I'm gonna trust your ass this time, but don't think you can keep this up for long, okay? Alright, I gotta run," Mercedes said, letting her off the hook. Phew, saved by the bell. "Marcus and I are making dinner tonight and I think he might even clean! Woo! Whatta man!" she said with a laugh. "Alright, well give a hug and a kiss to Blaine for me, and I'll text you soon. Love you, girl!"

"Love you, too, Mercedes." Santana ended the call and looked at Lord Tubbington sitting on the porch railing. "Man, Tubby…I've gotta find some dirt. Gotta find some dirt fo sho."Lord Tubbington stared at Santana, blinked once, hopped down and ran inside. "The cat doesn't even think I can find dirt. Damn."